A Lazy Afternoon.

Poem By Sallie Howson

Swing, swing,
Dozing in the hammock,
Above me sky ablue,
Sweet summer Sunday,
Too long overdue.

Swing, swing,
Family round the table,
Remains of barbeque,
A bottle almost empty
Of some local witches’ brew.

Swing, swing,
Listening to the crickets,
Nothing much to do,
Paradise around me,
Now all I need is you.
Swing, swing,

Comments about A Lazy Afternoon.

Swing, swing, Listening to the crickets, Nothing much to do, Paradise around me, Now all I need is you. Swing, swing, - - - - - - - - - - - - . beautifully in tune with the lazy swing of the hammock
beautiful poem madam.. just more than loved it.. brilliant imagery.. and just loved the refrain, 'swing, swing' 10+++ certainly warm regards prashant
Paradise around me, Now all I need is you.................... love respires by blue of soul yet luscious glow reels off to flow, ingenious write by imagery, soft and mellow,10++, thanks for sharing
a lovely suggestive poem. Love the reference to paradise mingling with the sense that someone else should be there to make it so. Thank you!


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